Happy Democracy Sausage Day
I missed out on a Democracy Sausage today. The sausage sizzle at the primary school where I voted had a Sausage Emergency at 10.30, necessitating a run by my good self to Coles for a selection of their finest mystery bags and tasteless white bread. Strangely enough, the blandness of the home brand bread, coupled with the mysterious content of the sausage compliment each other. So, while I did my duty for the school (my kid goes there, I’m not *that* altruistic), I missed out on a sausage. Bummer. The queue to vote was enormous – when I got there, the queue was just past the end of the multi-purpose room, by the time I went in, it was half way across the school yard, and when I came out – curling around past the gate. No wonder they ran out of sausages. There was a bloke who wasn’t from round these parts (judging purely on a) his accent and b) his total bemusement) who kept saying “I can’t believe it” and “it’s supposed to be serious – there’s kids and dogs and sausages and cakes”. Which is as it should be. And yes, he had a sausage AND a dog while he waited for his friend to vote.
Anyway, politics is NOT what you’re here for. Nor are you here for the sausages. Well, I assume you’re not here for the sausages or the politics. If you are, sorry about that*. I write about books and housework mostly, nothing too deep and meaningful.
Orright. Books or housework? I think books, seeing as I’ve just finished two. I set myself a goal to read (and finish) two books a month, and I am taking this as June’s two, even though I finished one of them today! Now, I was struggling a bit with reads in June because I was being a moody fucker and trying to read something that was a Bit Deep. It’s good, don’t get me wrong, but when one is being In A Mood, one is better off leaving the challenging shit to a better day. Technically, I read two books in two weeks.
Book the first was Nightshift (Book #3 in the Midnight, Texas series by Charlaine Harris. She of the Sookie Stackhouse Southern Vampire series. Please don’t judge me.) It is proper Trash – the kind that comes with a capital “T”. It’s light, fluffy, angsty, weird as fuck and I’m pretty sure there were issues with the continuity, although that could have been down to my falling asleep reading it and forgetting what I was up to. Suffice to say, it all worked out in the end and they lived happily ever after until Book #4 comes out, anyway. It’s supposed to be a trilogy, so we’ll see how that pans out. I wonder if Ms Harris would consider writing one decent length book instead of three bits of books? If you took out all the re-capping and ‘splaining, there’d probably be a decent 450 page novel. Although, if she did that, I’d only get one book instead of three. As you were.
Now, Book the second was a
bit LOT better – this one is called Written in Dead Wax by Andrew Cartmel. I picked it up from a review from Ben Aaronovitch who wrote the Peter Grant series (wizard detective. Win.) when I was sniffing around his website looking for the publication date for the next installment (September, maybe. Or not. Depends. Ahem.) Anyway, I have liked a few other books Mr Aaronovitch has thrown out as reading suggestions, so I gave it a whirl. I am glad I did. It was fun. It’s about a bloke who makes a living buying and re-selling rare and interesting vinyl records, who goes off on a mission to find a particular exceedingly rare 1950s jazz pressing. There’s quite a lot of derrings do, a bit of sexy times and a few drugs. It’s a cracking read and I definitely recommend it. I still have my vinyl record collection (I can’t seem to get rid of mine. They’re very alluring. And I spent a LOT of pocket money on that collection. I don’t think any record collectors with valves on their record players will be looking for my selection of Hits Hot 1977 and Ripper 1978 to pay me a lot of money though. My musical taste was (and is) a little eclectic).
I’m also reading Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell (that’s the one that was too deep for my cranky arse), John Birmingham’s How to be a Writer and a book about lying (The Honest Truth about Dishonesty – for work, it’s about behavioural economics which is quite fascinating. About how people basically do a quick cost benefit analysis on every decision they make, and that lots of little lies are way more costly than one big lie. I’ve only read three chapters. It’s probably more complex than that).
Anyway, there’s books for the last month for you.
(*If you’re interested, I cast my vote with a mind to making my very safe seat marginal and for a feral senate to keep the bastards on their toes. See what happens when I miss out on ma sausage!)